This is a song about "Thrift shop girl"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Guess not, can't shop, because my income's stopped,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

I ain't even really need that shop class

But i let off everything i have

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way